Chapter 7: A Mother’s Love “He-… They still have not returned?” The priestess asked two mornings later, her frown furrowing her brow as she followed Baritold, Lady Emeria’s majordomo, through the great expanse of the mansion beyond her suite. The blood elf paused in the middle of the opulent hall, under the unfeeling gaze of …

Chapter 6: Effloresce “Aaah! Ef im’ha fewwo…” Alensyr giggled as he played with his stuffed toy, draped across Rhoelyn’s lap and telling himself some fantastical tale of adventure while the priestess sat propped up in bed, her hand resting on his little back. His floppy saber cat, hand-stitched by Faeroh and just a bit lopsided, …

Chapter 5: Wilting Flower “RELARE!” Leothir’s desperate bellow preceded him through the portal, and the mage stepped through into the milling chaos of a disturbed cadre of soldiers, his arms full and his hands bloody. When his first glance didn’t catch the paladin, he turned his wild gaze on the nearest soldier. “Get your commander! …